r with the
Hurons. One of their chiefs invited him to share his lodge, and he was
glad to accept this hospitality.

Shortly afterward he met with a notable adventure. The Hurons were
waiting for a hard frost to give them passage over the lakes and marshes
that lay between them and their towns. Meanwhile they occupied
themselves with hunting. One day Champlain was out with them. For ten
days twenty-five men had been at work, preparing for a huge "drive." They
had built a strong enclosure, from the opening of which {140} ran two
diverging fences of posts interlaced with boughs, extending more than
half a mile into the woods. At daybreak the most of the warriors formed
a long line and, with shouts and the clattering of sticks, drove the deer
toward the pound. The frightened animals rushed down the converging
lines of fence into the trap, where they were easily killed.

Champlain was enjoying watching the sport, when a strange bird lured him
off, and he lost his way. The day was cloudy, there was no sun to guide
him, and his pocket-compass he had left in camp.

All his efforts to retrace his steps failed. At last night came on, and
he lay down and slept, supperless, at the foot of a tree. The whole of
the next day he wandered, but in the afternoon he came to a pond where
there were some waterfowl along the shore. He shot some of these,
kindled a fire, cooked his food, and ate with relish. It was dreary
November weather, and a cold rain set in. He was without covering of any
kind. But he was used to hardships, and he said his prayers and calmly
lay down to sleep.

Another day of bewildered wandering followed, and another night of
discomfort. On the next {141} day he came upon a little brook. The
happy thought came to him that, if he should follow this, it would lead
him to the river, near which the hunters were encamped. This he did, and
when he came in sight of the river, with a lighter heart he kindled his
fire, cooked his supper, and bivouacked once more. The next day he
easily made his way down the river to the camp, where there was great joy
at his coming. The Indians had searched for him far and wide. From that
day forth they never let him go into the forest alone.

The scene of this adventure seems to have been somewhere to the north or
north-east of the site of Kingston, Ontario. The Indians encamped here
several weeks, during which they killed a hundred and twenty deer. When
the hard cold